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I practically sleepwalk down the staircase and slowly make my way toward the kitchen.
It takes me a few moments before I am lazily dragging my feet into the overly lit room.
"You look like an extra from The Walking Dead," a voice emotionlessly critiques.
I glance in the direction of the voice, only for my eyes to land on my mother.
She is dressed professionally in a white silk pantsuit and a large statement necklace. For shoes, she is wearing an expensive pair of pointed heels.
Hmm.
Cute shoes.
My tired eyes drift from her shoes only to immediately land on her hair, which is neatly held up by a white clip.
Oh, and the glass of mimosa in her hand.
Ugh.
It is too early for this.
I roll my eyes at the tipsy woman before making my way toward the refrigerator.
Usually, I would just go to Haerin's house, but now I guess that I cannot do that anymore.
"Ouch," she sarcastically expresses as I open the refrigerator door.
I ignore her and look through the giant cold box.
"And here I thought we could discuss your date," she utters.
My entire body freezes at this statement from her.
My date?
Is she talking about my date with Haerin?!
Obviously, she is the only person I have been on a date with!
But how could she know about Haerin and my date?
Haerin and I are the only ones who know.
Did Haerin tell her?
What?!
No!
Haerin would never do that.
She respected my decision to keep us a secret.
And when she didn't want us to be a secret anymore, she was mature enough to talk it out with me.
It makes no sense for her to turn around and tell my mother about us.
Plus, I'm sure she's currently out of town like she said she would be.
Wait, shit!
I've been quiet for too long.
She probably thinks I'm guilty.
Play dumb, Danielle!
"What date?" I try to sound unbothered as I rest my gaze on a carton of milk.
She hums with amusement at this, possibly taking a sip from her wine glass.
I nervously bite my lip with anticipation as I wait for her answer.
A few seconds pass without a word from her.
Ugh.
Why does my mother have to be so fucking dramatic?!
"The brunch date," she finally answers.
I release a sigh of relief at her finally answering.
Wait.
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Clueless | DAERIN
Fanfictionmaybe it's me, or maybe it's you maybe I never learned my lesson *** This is a DAERIN adaptation. This story is not mine. All rights go to the original author.
